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lawyer's little place, where he saw a magnificent large 

 Bucks County rooster stalking about in the latter's yard. 



" By Jove, Tom! That 's a rouser," exclaimed the dofi- 

 tor, enthusiastically, '"pen my word ! Where d'you get 



aim 



? "- 



"Pennsylvania — Buxton's; a fine fellow that. Only 

 eight months old." 



"Will you sell him?" 

 . t A< Yes — no ; I reckon not, on the whole." 

 ' "I'll give you an X for him." 



"Well, take him. He ^s worth twenty dollars; but you 

 shall have him for ten dollars, being an old friend." 



The doctor placed the huge crower in his gig immedi- 

 ately, went home, killed off two of the finest Dorking 

 roosters in the county, and put the new comer into his nice 

 poultry-house ; congratulating himself upon having at last 

 secured a "tip-top breeder," and nothing else. 



At the end of the season, however, he complained to his 

 friend the lawyer that he had had but very few eggs lat- 

 terly ; he could raise no chickens from them — not a owe ; 

 and he did n't think much- of the ten-dollar bird he pur- 

 chased of him, any way. 



" He 's a rouser. Bill, surely," said the lawyer, with a 

 knowing smirk, repeating the doctor's exclamation on first 

 beholding the rooster. 

 jj] ' Well, yes — large, large — but— 'r -. 



